The north wind tugs
at me, grounded on the beach,
inhaling and exhaling.
Pelican rides waves.
Families finding treasures.
The sand cool to touch.
I like it quiet.
Time within myself today.
Sun, sand, surf breathe peace.
Weather beaten tree --
special friend at Lighthouse Beach;
creative touchstone.
Home now. Still rested.
The beach inside me always.
Subtle simple grace.
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